It didn't take long for Liu Zheng to reach his destination.
West River Center.
It was a small building of about 11 stories, quite short for an office building.
But the rent for this kind of office building was even higher, just like how detached houses are more expensive than high-rises.
The flow of people entering and leaving the office building was neither heavy nor light.
Most of them were dressed in suits or exquisite skirt suits.
The limbs and skin that showed looked like those of normal humans.
But they all wore paper bags on their heads, with faces drawn on the front of the bags.
Each face was painted with different pigments, brushes, and techniques; some were simple doodles, while others were classic oil paintings.
And unsurprisingly, the more intricately drawn the faces were, the better the person's clothes, with some even wearing gold watches or jewelry.
As Liu Zheng approached the main entrance, they all turned to give him scrutinizing looks.
